Biker

I am a survivor of abuse, a social worker, and a proud member of Bikers Against Child Abuse (B.A.C.A), we are a non-profit organization in Sacramento County (and surrounding areas) that works to empower children and lend support to those that have been or are currently experiencing abuse (all types). Ultimately, we are a group of ordinary people that happen to be bikers, fighting for abused children that can’t fight for themselves. Some of our members work in the corporate world, others are retired, and some of us are with B.A.C.A because we have survived our own abuse in childhood. All of our members come from different backgrounds but we all come to B.A.C.A. because we are passionate about our mission statement and we are determined to become a part of the solution to help families, not the problem.

I am here to tell parents and children that there is help for survivors and LOTS of people that want to help. If you or someone you know needs to be empowered, WE are HERE.

National Website - www.bacausa.com

Part of our Mission Statement.......
“B.A.C.A exists with the intent to create a safer environment for abused children. We exist as a body of Bikers to empower children to not feel afraid of the world in which they live. We stand ready to lend support to our wounded friends by involving them with an established, united organization.” Reference - www.bacausa.com

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